Odd Odyssey Poet: Poems

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2022

he tried to be a loner—his demons
wouldn't leave him alone
caught in the action of girl's bodies
moving slow. swimming depths of
chlorine; and drowning himself in
alcohol

...it's all so brief

#addiction #alcohol #story

A leaf, a coin, a gun; and torches

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2022

A leaf, a coin, a gun; and torches

A leaf in the wind;
was falling in the rain
(such heavy rain)

It's despair,
the story of a kid
(such a common story)

Who fell away from their peers;
as it's so lonely to be brave.

As poverty's coin flipped over;
soon dead on it's head.
Chasing any chance of wealth;
going round in circles,
Chasing it's tail.

With a gun of six;
shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot!
The weapon of man's hand;
that only revolves around death.

And I'd still ask the Lord,
to shine on our worth;
Despite of us being at our worst,
never lose the light of earth,
as we keep shinning our torches.

#leaf #coin #gun #torch

Alert

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 2018

Alert

I'm just the born sinner,
Being doing this same gig for so long, not even a beginner.
Pills and potions can't fix me for the long run,
Really I've been playing in all the childish games that's not even fun.

Empty out my pockets and tell me what you'll find.
Try face the Devil upfront but he's sending cheap shots at me from way behind.
And it's been constant back and forth, I don't even know anymore,
They keep saying we all rich, yet sometimes you wake up feeling a little extra poor .

And this is an alert, somebody go ring the alarm.
And we don't fight much, but pushed to wall we could do to you much harm.
Tell all my demons to move out of my way, have no time to entertain you all.
Lest if I could change my name to be reborn like The Bible's outspoken Paul.

Still chasing dreams amongst the unchased. Feels so nice.
To know people could drop thousands of dollars on you but could never match the price.

That's just enough to hear before ears start to bleed,
And follow to myself to be the good role model to the next man. Gain all the skills to lead.

Cutting corners on the empty roads with your Bible in your back pocket so you come prepared.
Almost all of us are going to Heaven some day, some of us earlier than most but we'll meet you there.

Alert, alert, alert, hear it loud and proud.
Alert, alert, alert, open your eyes for the things that need to be found.

A letter to all my exes

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2023

A letter to all my exes

You act as a fatherless child,
Far less better than your own pride
In amongst life's streets,
Crying dirt out of your concrete eyes
But even if taking my heart was as easy
As taking back all of the time,— I'd be stuck in the past,
As two beings living out of a bag, suckling on our dreams
Hanging off time, as we pass the time with painful laughs
Under the laces of when you feel so sure of yourself,
So full of yourself, from swallowing all of the fears you had.

Love is always a resounding banter,
Battering you into a nostalgic feeling,
But by the second and third attempt,
You'll still be comparing it to the first's feeling
As once upon a time, you were on my mind,
But what's a neverending story, is chasing after forever,
And ironically for us, forever is all but on limited time.

XOXO, please cross me out of love, before there's.
another ex, I'd pretend not to know.

#love #ex #letter #hurt #movingon

A letter to a sad poem

Odd Odyssey Poet Feb 2023

A letter to a sad poem

Dearly said,
dearly at times you're unheard
Only listening to the voices in your head

The irony of life is always so,
feelings of no worth in the world, even after
you die;— you're no worth dead to them, at all

The irony of life is so,
you feel like a failure everyday, even after
you die;—they'd say you failed at life when you chose to go

You don't need a shoulder to cry on,
or someone to give one to reply on
But the shoulders of encouragement to carry on;
especially with the weight of the world on your shoulders
You're longing to conquer mountains, but there's just
this dark hill made of the night's boulders

What's your pick, choosing which side to
fall off of your peak. Which stroke to use,
when you're swimming in thoughts so deep
As you're written in invisible ink,
invincible to your own brink; at an edge close to overthink

...truly who is sadder,
the pen, poem or their poet?

Oh the kind regards, in regards
to how an audience applauds isn't a genuine hand to love

...they've read your poem,
but won't understand.

They don't know enough, even as you're boldly
showing; they'll only see as another random poem

A Life Beginning Again

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 6

A Life Beginning Again

There are days I try to summon peace — to call away
the late-night ghosts still pacing the edge of sleep.
As I wear the last tears like glass in my dry eyes,
fragile, but refusing to fall.

As I hold faith in the sunrise — though I don’t know
if this night will stretch longer than I can bear, or if
tomorrow will rise with light enough to meet me again.

And if lips are a quiet prize — not just for kissing,
but for kindness — then may they still speak, softly,
with the warmth of a life beginning again.

#emotionalexhaustion #hopeanddespair #longingforpeace #sleeplessnights #healingjourney #emotionalvulnerability #quietresilience #searchingforlight #yearningforconnection #innerbattles

Alive

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2021

Alive

If I could die,
I could die for you someday.
When the worlds on fire,
burning in flames of denial,
Can I at least do something?

I really wouldn't mind,
to be on fire.
So just stay alive.

I really wouldn't mind,
if you could rise when it's all falling.
Just find the time,
the time to stay alive.

ALL

Odd Odyssey Poet Apr 22

ALL

Needless to say, I need less reasons
to feel threatened by you spitting
on my grave; my spirit would still
bloom out a beautiful rose.

You might picture me as a failure
in your mind—so allow me to pose
in front of you, with these charms,
for what you like to suppose.

You only know what you know;
what is revealed on the surface,
of what a person shows.

Yet, if we do not engage in profound
pieces of talk, you don’t know me,
for my ALL.

#life #personal #thoughts #all #value #poetry

All at once, love is too strong

Odd Odyssey Poet Mar 24

All at once, love is too strong

Shattered shields; these many lowered defences;
Over the plains of a threshold over my doom
In person I’m broken down, in spirit I am laughing,
Speaking, singing; losing most of the space in time,
And the pieces of my body and mind; tasting the
Spectacular taste of defeat, in a sepulchre of a void

To my past, I am a ghost haunting it in memories –
Screaming at my younger self; but no sound is heard
Holding onto old flames of love; there lies my handful
Eating at my skin, ripping and tearing, until ash is my hold

I was born from mud, in this world made of dust –
The tears of heaven wet my dry skin into being;
The heat of the sun gave the warmth of love, and lust
Here, under this moss I placed my thumb to crush my flower
I was born a love poem with no real idea on how to love,
So, I sit quietly and wait, waiting for another loss in love
To have been in love, to find love again, is to understand
Your heart’s love; maybe there’s too much love in it
To fully understand it all at once; all too strong to hold!

#love #personal #feelings #heart #imaginary #poetry

All beautiful flowers

Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2022

All beautiful flowers

In due season, the yesteryears
of what once youth could be:

—I've been young in love
—an old soul, but of a young heart

Like as a child likens their time to being
plenty as when the sun is in their eyes
Our youthful days have come to set,
a flower in the skins of being a beautiful
fragile being

I'd be like you see of my nature,
twisting to sun of my creator
We are all beautiful flowers—
in the grounds of time, and life
Planted with purpose; we grow, we live,
wither off, and eventually die

~This is all our lives

#nature #flower #beauty

All men are indeed dogs

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024

All men are indeed dogs

Her: All men are nothing but dogs!

Him: Yes, indeed… but have you ever pondered the breed of each man? Some are fiercely loyal, others stand as protectors, a few are brash and aggressive, while some are merely oversized infants. You get the stubborn ones, the overly playful bunch, or grumpy ones. And then, there are those wretched few who tarnish our reputation, who just love to **** all over on your pristine carpet.

All men are indeed dogs, just depends on the one you got.

#men #dogs #breed #love #humans #poetry

All my my's are all they are

Odd Odyssey Poet May 2021

All my my's are all they are

My mind is paved,
cemented memories of old.
Good days I've saved,
knowing I can't count them all.

My heart an echo,
reflected of love it never had before
Feelings it can't let go,
beating as loud, still all alone.

My spirit goes unnamed,
knows fully it's one true place.
And for it, what a shame,
often it could go to waste.

My body broken,
carrying all this weight.
Seems pain goes unspoken,
still the pain is great!

My will, willing to be strong,
which sets apart itself.
Much like a familiar song,
with a chorus sung by oneself.

My, am I not a being,
like all slaved to their fears?
While breathing,
and washed away in my tears.

But my,
wasn't I meant to be myself?
Sparing no better as anyone else.
All that is me, is home.
I best take care of my house

#rhyme #sad #pain #personal

All of me

Odd Odyssey Poet Mar 2022

All of me

All that I have, isn't all that I wish to do.
Oh how the faithless are faithful to
being unfaithful.
As in turn; the ugliest truths are beautiful
to the ears of a true friend.
Oh how the rich have plenty to give. But what
more can they receive?
We value more; that we've slaved to pay;
but would treat differently, something for free.

All that I have, isn't all that I truly want.
Oh how the needs are so little to their wants.
And only in life's tribulations, do we then consider
all of our needs.
Oh how they know me for I, but not for me.
All that you have, others would want a piece.

All that we are, isn't all the words said to be.

I am all that I am;
is all of me.

All the wants over a need

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023

All the wants over a need

Could we make love in front of a mirror,
reflecting on what we've done,
And maybe start to see things a little clearer
I know it feels odd, but you're worth it baby,
and I know I'm just searching for love,
as you've been searching for a purpose lately
I want to be a comforting rest to all of your dark thoughts,
asking you to make me your personal pillow
As it's been a long day; so why don't take that
weight off your shoulders,
and I'll take it all, exercising myself to take all of your kilos

I want to blow some options, in the shade of your love,
rustle up all of your feelings blowing likes the leaves,
Then after take a bite of your fruit, and tell you it's not enough,
cut you down, so I can build you up as I see
Unbutton your chest, and dive afterwards into your sea,
and let me swim long strokes as much as I please

I want to wrap you up as a coat to set you a blaze with my touch,
whispers those personal secrets I fear you may not believe,
Make myself your personal seat, till I can barely breathe,
scraping a little fibre off my tongue with a taste of my skin
I want to be your personal heater, keeping you warm at heart,
as I slowly put myself in

I want to be your water gun, to play with a quick trigger,
an itchy trigger finger- to shoot a few shots for a thrill
I want you to call me, "mine," to go a little deeper and be
a personal digger

I want the mattress to tell a tale, that these walls can't deny,
from all day chasing tail, I must be in time to chase you
from behind
I want to be the face to your canyon; to rock your world
to do something I've never done before, that makes me feel like I lost all of my morals
To lick every drop of your dripping cream like an ice cream cone,
to have a scent of you leading me all of the way,
A man the world calls a dog, and an animal who has a hint of you
stuck on his nose

I want your model bottle shape, to drink to the bottom,
train my actions into giving you a regular rhythm
Especially when all of my inners are constantly throbbing,
seeing all of the green flags inside of your passionate eyes
As what's any reason to have of me ever stopping

I need you here tonight, by wanting what you're also wanting,
putting all of the work when you choose to join me with your company.

All to itself

Odd Odyssey Poet Feb 2022

All to itself

Fear...

As passing mist;
smoke and mirrors of devil's
magic red right hand.
Under his ******* hanging coat;
hangs speculated thoughts and myth.

Fear...

Is all to self.

#fear #devil #black

All to wonder

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024

All to wonder

The profits, the blessed favours; the prophets and God’s flavours –
toss them all into the cauldron of my existence. May the Lord grant
me the wisdom to remain humble, to embody the spirit of a nurturing
father, a true leader only after learning the ropes of a follower. As I
journey forth, shall I tie those teachings into my path; from the chaos,
shall I pluck my beloved, out of the bunch, to be my favourite flower.

The silence, the powerful peace of power; the pieces of hurt resonate
with a deafening echo of remorse, there’s no need to answer. To every
son and daughter, embrace the legacy bestowed upon you by your
fathers and mothers. – let the essence of your purpose guide you
steadfastly, no matter where your journey takes you, as you wonder.

#life #god #wonder #identity #purpose #poetry

All you are to me

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 2022

All you are to me

You are...
the authority that spoke all into creation,
the same power in my mouth to speak miracles into life,
a voice to the broken silence like a roaring lion;
the Lion of Judah in our hearts.

You are...
the thoughts to inspire me again, when enemies speak worry,
not like the promises of man, who will fail me in time,
your promises are eternal; for you’re not bound by the
limits of space and time.

You are...
the overseer of me when I don’t see myself,
the light of my heart in the dark backgrounds of daily life,
the softest whisper in the world’s chaotic winds,
the spoils of sufficient needs in my life and others,
the loving Father, Redeemer, and Holy spirit I have in trinity,
that has done so much for me.

Words aren’t enough to express all that you are to me.

#christian #life #love #truth #worth

Almost Love, Almost Warning

Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 1

Almost Love, Almost Warning

In the case of searching for the right man— is it really the right
man you're after, or just the right now kind? The good-time
lover. The temporary warmth. The one who shows up late, but
still makes you hope it wasn’t too late. Never mind how long it
takes— you’re just hoping you’ll be the one he takes.

And if you start to care, truly care, will the weight of his past rest
too heavy on your heart? Will it matter what he whispered into
someone else’s ear before whispering into yours? Would you
flinch knowing another ear was the trial run, and you’re just
the version he’s learning to hold better, running into his arms.

If his pride is armed like a gun— quick to shoot you down for
standing too close— if he can’t even see your reflection, like a
man wearing sunglasses indoors, would you still stay? Would
your cheeks burn too bright with blush, to see the red flags
waving in front of you?

I’ve been blinded like that before…by charm. By timing. By love,
that felt like truth but turned out to be dressed in denial.

#blindedbylove #rightmanorrightnow #emotionaltruths #toxicromance #almostlove #loveandredflags #romanticconfession #secondchoicescars #lovewithbaggage #denialdressedaslove

Alone

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2024

Alone

A, the solitary sentinel of the word alone –
A life that offers no change, even as I plead for a loan
A fractured rib from a heart weighed down, tell me what
bone can one pick against someone with a broken bone?

A day spent in the shadow of greener pastures, yet the rain
forgot to grace the grass a fugitive in the realm of love,
A criminal to the crime of love, steal a heart- still as one
adhering to the broken law.

A soul ensnared by the oppressive weight of their destitution – a
tempest of debts swirling in a perfect storm; lost in a cyclone
A, stands as the inaugural letter, forever the first to embrace
the chill of being alone.

#lonely #alone #lost #poetry #rhyme

Alone

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2023

Alone

a sound of loneliness
—the single man in the other room
listening to peer's ***
the heavy eyes of knowing you'll
only see your tears every night
sigh; he's empty, much more than
the room of air and empty thoughts
his comfort is only his words, a lowly
dimmed phone, penning his thoughts
into notes—a sad poem

so unfortunate that he has to start
his new year alone

@the sad poet

#sad

Alone, depressed, antisocial, introvert

Odd Odyssey Poet May 2023

Alone, depressed, antisocial, introvert

quarries of thought
turning a mind to stone
all those queries of fears;
quickening heartbeats from working my
livelihood. it all makes my worth it's home

and at a time I'm alone
i don't feel as low, underneath the opinions
of those less understanding
to so many people's branding; my many social suicides
of conversations left hanging
and always feeling like an unanswered call;
with all those intrusive thoughts constantly ringing

        repeat, repeat, rinsing out old dreams
        trying to stretch what time I have to achieve them
                 "time is made up of unpredictable wrinkles"

yet strangely enough, I have so much time
to love and hate people.  in part to be part of party people
going a couple few rounds with a rowdy group
and pretending to be like you, and playing what's left
of my youth

feeling always as the
alone, depressed, antisocial, introvert
in every room

A longing kiss

Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2022

A longing kiss

A taste of a kiss:
oh is a memory you'd vault
your lips, onto the key of your heart
A rose—petals open under the
dew of mouth rain
As would I kiss you, I'd long to kiss
again, again, and again
A sound of grips; passionate whispers
it grips me to know I haven't kissed since long
You mist my eyes, and it's a foggy vision
to remember such a good kiss—I had my tongue
write lyrics of song

So long, so long, too long

#kiss #sad

A love demon

Odd Odyssey Poet Apr 12

A love demon

Love is equal the letters of it being just Lust,

and it’s forbidding what it means to love you; and how it starts to
make me feel like a demon— love, you're my enduring possession.
All the parts of you, are where the memories of my touch reside,
inside! And I'm a knife of pride; cutting at my throat, every time I
have to swallow that disguise of an insecure man. We both find
security by the taste of our love; along with this key to your heart—
though I act as your prisoner, with no escape plan.

Knowing angels that fall in love; just windup falling out of heaven—
this atmosphere of what it takes to find the resolve to kiss you, fills
me with so much pressure. I don't want to love you just for pleasure, I
don't want to flip a coin of love to get too ahead of myself; calling you
my only treasure.

See when pride marries an extraordinary beauty, it all sits on a throne
you dare not to own — the evil that could be found in this love/lust, is
an evil that would even unsettle the Devil. And I'm not content on
missing out a spot in Heaven.

#love #adult #lust #heaven #hell #poetry

A love marathon

Odd Odyssey Poet Mar 6

A love marathon

Funny how it’s hard to explain the feeling of LOVE –
But easier explaining the loneliness; we don’t miss
As much, until we’re missing that familiar touch
Its not about the crush, it’s that rush – that hopeful
Romantics picture of them one day finding LOVE.

Where some are heart led, an ***** of compound LOVE–
In love sickness, we could be a lead compound, hoping
For the promise to treat such a disease; searching for LOVE
Is always easy said then done, and when we've gone
Through our hardships we say, “I’m so done with LOVE!”

But LOVE is never done with you, give it another round,
And you’ll start smiling that you’ve found the One
LOVE is a marathon of going round, and round, until
You can run this race of life with someone you truly,

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE - and their LOVE you want!

#love #feelings #marathon #people #poetry

Always with you

Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023

Always with you

Let my memory forever be etched upon your arm,
like an exquisite tattoo that tells our story.
As you gently brush away those tears that
bear the weight of our shared moments,
know that a part of them will forever remain
imprinted on your delicate skin.

A man, a wake, a wreck, and an empty ship

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2020

A man, a wake, a wreck, and an empty ship

Where three is a crowd, two gossiping have secrets coming out loud.
At the breath of their words, the things they say,
Id asked you to hold your mouth and swallow your tongue as I ask you may.

Perhaps do things differently today.

Where two is love, love isn't for itself, for it's shared,
Where feelings are kept, many things we soon regret. When we lose a love so rare.
You best hid to such love and take care.

Perhaps speaking to myself, or of the inner voice of my conscience,
a good will of men, a foreign past of what once was.

A lesser past, behind the back of my mind. Thoughts of things, and pieces of dreams.

Where they all lay, I stay,
Where they rest, I sit next,
Where they are to be, is destined for me.

A man, a wake, a wreck, and an empty ship ready for another relationship.

A man's story verse

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 2022

A man's story verse

Before I entertain;
let me enter the space where they all know my name.
While feeling like a million dollars, before my
hands ever have a touch of fame.
I might look the same,
but they’ll always say-

“you’ve changed.”

All the lights and glam,
can’t out shine the dreams of my eyes.
Growing up as I am;
growing apart from peers, and average guys.
Best knowing you’re different,
before it’s been said.
Knowing all your failures, only you can witness;
and playing out your entire life inside your head.

Tell me;

would you be true to you,
when they ask- “who are you?”
And still keep a smile when you do
what they said you couldn’t do?
They’ll all act surprised, claiming-

“we never knew”

You gave them all a hint;
but they never caught the clue.

I felt like a younger,
stuck with the worries of being old.
“You only live once,” I’ve often been told.
You have so many chances of success,
but only once in your life,
to achieve them when you choose to be bold.
Long and behold;
I’m still here in the present worrying about being too old.

As I sold out my happiness;
before ever going out on a few tours.
Grew out of being down to earth
before I eventually rose.
And I wouldn’t buy the entire world;
but keep it in my pocket, thinking to myself-

“the world is yours”

Even when they see the scars;
they’ll never feel the sores.
Even when the silence hurts,
don’t be shy to let them known your story’s verse.

Don’t lose yourself in the successes,
I’d rather lose myself in these words.

The pen flow without any peace,
or any signs to decrease,
Amongst the animals,
I’m a superior lyrical beast.
Food for thought in these words,
I gave plenty a feast.
But when you give so much to the world,
it’s always wanting to steal a piece.

The mouth that bites the hand that feeds it,
licking all you have, cleaning out the dishes,
as you’ll just bare witness.

Just live your life to the fullest,
no-one can do it for you.
Live your life as the truest,
you’ll never question what is true.

As truly the verse of your story,
only resides in you.

#bold #life

A mask of tears

Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2024

A mask of tears

In the comforting embrace of conversation, I find myself
questioning my true emotions, reflecting on all the places I've
wandered beneath the stars, where the moonlight gently caresses
my dark skin. Tears flow freely on this soft mattress, so many
tears I feel myself slowly sinking. As I once dreamt with
wide-open eyes in my youth, but as the years passed,
I must have forgotten how to actually cry.

The nightmares echo louder behind these closed eyelids,
leaving me to ponder the purpose of the night amidst my
restless daydreams. I find solace in the pool of my own
tears, indifferent to the fact that many days feel surreal.
My existence hinges on the authenticity of my joy-
a joy discovered, instead of crafted by human hands.

I adjust my words, shifting the tone of my confidence.
As in another life, I emerged from the ocean, carrying
all the tears, that you’ll never get to see. I continue to wear
this mask of tears, hiding behind a facade that desperately
seeks to mirror a version of myself that remains elusive.

A mean poem

Odd Odyssey Poet Apr 3

A mean poem

A girl can be a mean ***, with a mean ***,
But I don't mean ***, I mean, as in being
Mean, even when you're already an ***.

And also I could be mean too much,
Or maybe I could mean too much —
But it wouldn't mean that much,
To be mean, that much.

And I could be mean as such,
Really for any means as such —
In order for a means that has a such.

Even as this, seems to be a mean verse,
The question is, which one of course?

#wordplay #mean #meaning #doublemeaning #poetry

A measure to love

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 3

A measure to love

Why cast your doubts upon the notion of love's end, when such a
demise is but a phantom? You wield the ruler of your own judgment,
hoping to measure such a thing. A tumultuous throng of souls
measures their worth against the scale of love— what they can offer,
what they might receive in return; I question whether this is love at
all, or merely a transaction cloaked in loaned affections.

But is it anyone’s business to judge a love — true, unconditional love?
Why do the intricate conditions of our hearts render us inadequate in
the face of the love we can bestow? To quantify love is to diminish its
essence, and to tarnish something of immeasurable worth. And the
conclusion of love is merely a reflection of our own reluctance to
embrace it anew. In a world rife with animosity, there remains a
sanctuary of love, ready to fill even the most overflowing of voids.

There’s no measure to love.

#love #measure #people #life

A melody unveiled

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2023

A melody unveiled

One man's will; another man's want,
We all shoot our words with an offensive gun,
And chase the time like cowards who run.
The chorus of life; we all sing her song,
Speaking of the past in a present tongue.
The future of one man; another man won't want,
The chorus of life unveiled; we all sing her song.

Amen, Alone, Day, & Pray

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2021

Amen, Alone, Day, & Pray

Interpretation,
is dependent on the
listeners ear to speech.

Ay man, you good?
A man, you good.
Amen, you good.

But if we're not willing,
to listen with a caring ear,
how do we fix this breach?

Leave me, a loan,
Leave me, alone.

Instead,
we stab at hearts,
with words of a spear,
with an annoyance disturbing
the peace.

But I told you yesterday;
and not yes today,
but I sat today,
and not Saturday,

I can choose the day,
and not Tuesday,
and I'm not going on thirsty,
but going on Thursday;

But it's just a day.

And finally,
to one's deep ear,
do you listen well to deep words,
or listeners only after
you've given a speech?

Praying for those,
preying on me,
or do I pray for a sinner,
and for their sin?,

Or prey for a sinner;
for their sin?

Prayer or preyer,
Dedicate or devastate?

Interpretations do depend
in the end

#inteperatation

A message to Life

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2024

A message to Life

Life:
I knew you intimately, yet our time was fleeting.
Fair enough, fair enough, I take my leave from all.
In the cacophony, a haunting echo of guilt lingers;
I can't grasp the reason, nor who merits such sorrow.
But pin me against the wall, and I’d still feel like a fool,
With a gaping void in my chest, I’d perish young, a foolish soul.

I hear the melancholic tune we hum to remember you,
Marking another year of life, wrapped in a heavy shroud of despair.
I can faintly hear the last birthday song sung in my honour;
I wear a mask of smiles, offering thanks in more ways than necessary,
Anything to bring a glimmer to their bright faces. I suppose I should.

I suppose I should bid my final farewells, as if I haven’t
Done so every sleepless night, wishing for an end by dawn.
Yet here I remain, trapped in a hazy recollection that isn’t mine.
I dream of becoming a poem, only to find my conclusion,
The final pages, the last words. Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll awaken
to nothingness.

But is it possible that one day I might weave these thoughts into
a poem, one that captures the essence of our shared existence,
even if it leads us to face our final moments in solitude? This thought
lingers in my mind, sparking a deep curiosity within me.

AND

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2021

AND

And,

As is the assumption for more to follow,
To compliment myself with a comma,

And?

Who expects more of me in the larger world?
Perhaps as it's addition to their cause?

And!

I exclaim to those demanding me of more!
Aren't I enough! As enough as the very word!

And...

I'll omit my contribution of...
Why even finish the sentence if all parts of myself aren't...

And:

I then quote: They want more of who we are,
but as just a word demanding more.
:End quote.

And,
be it more of me,
and that possibility,
I'll go on to find it on my own.

And for our world,what then?

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2021

And for our world,what then?

And what then, has determined our life' tragic rule?
      O' how this world and it’s people are so cruel
untied shoes laces,
all on the fallen feet,
of all the world’ youth
Lost following trailed
footprints of their fools.
     For you can take a horse to a river, but can’t
force it to drink. As you may lend a man a thought
        But who’s to say, for himself; he’ll learn how to think?

#world #people

And truly numbers don't lie

Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2021

And truly numbers don't lie

One and two;
Those days so unlikely for you,
Three and four;
Lost the keys to lock my pride's door,
So by five and six;
Felt like I was looking for a fix,
Because seven and eight;
I was only filled with hate.

Tried my best to;
smile with all my fake friends,
Probably why I was so depressed
by just nine and ten.
Eleven elevated tears,
that never met the ground;
Twelve years of screaming to myself,
but without a sound.

Making up for time;
making thirteen daily mistakes,
And fourteen identities;
To mask away this face.
With fifteen reasons for me,
To hate living in such a lonesome way.
Being sixteen gets you so excited;
For being an adult some day.

So I skipped through seventeen;
So by eighteen I could be going out,
In this crazy world for an escaping.
Not to mention,
Nineteen was just the oddest;
And running me down out of my patience.

Twenty was only a bonus round;
Straight after I lost more than I could gain,
By the time twenty-one came around.

But at this current age,
I gained Hope for a better sense of life;
Living through daily troubles,
trying my best to be focused on His light.
Guess at twenty-two;
I gained some wisdom and better insight.

And truly numbers don't lie.

#numbers #age

An encouraging poem

Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2022

An encouraging poem

Scornful words; as a resting tongue reliant on lies.
Bitter sweet intentions, intentive of it being intentionally
sound. I'll be loud, overly of being too proud when
humbleness isn't found.

The wise know when to hold tongue, not being boastful
of knowledge's gain. They do not entertain the rantings of
fools. Those so few—do not conform to a standard of pitiful
stance. But instead stand out, as ones of content in their
struggles. As with feet with scars, but unafraid to dance.

So trade off those scornful words, but instead let be
encouragement, lest scorn. An encouraging poem.
Share your encouragement in action,
as much as you share them in words.

#encouraging #christian #action #words

A new chase

Odd Odyssey Poet Apr 30

A new chase

I don't want just a friend —
But a lover who cherishes me
With the same devotion as
:
A true friend.

As parts of my soul runs away
From itself; perhaps I must
Summon the courage to chase
:
After love, instead!

#love #chase #running #feelings #soul #sad #poetry

Angel [Beauty, is all so terrifying]

Odd Odyssey Poet May 2024

Angel [Beauty, is all so terrifying]

I took a glimpse at an angel— so beautiful;
I took a gaze without giving it breath,
I couldn’t recall her name.

And oh, what a shame it was,
Not knowing what to speak, of an outwardly presence,
I relentlessly chased after an old dream,
Hoping for a hint of conclusion— a foreign illusion.

For in spirit and in truth, —
I watched the skies crack open; splitting wildly
My sights, between a longing & desire.

Desire: the great betrayer to an eye,
When what you see, isn’t what you get to own.
Owing to her gaze; upon such a beautiful architect,
But some time later, it all built up another phased regret.

Angels that leave you out of breath,
Whether passing out on their lap,
Or passing idly, on Death.
Beauty, is all so terrifying.

#love #beauty #angel #desire #hurt #loss

Animal love is a funny thing

Odd Odyssey Poet Jan 6

Animal love is a funny thing

I’m left bare by a grizzly burden of a bear upon my thoughts – heavy,
and hibernating; as the love of my life dashes across the winding road
of my mind – my eyes are headlights illuminating to my dear. My
love for her still endures, even when she poses her ***** questions,
“Would you still love me if I were a worm crawling through the
dirt?” Of course, my heart answers yes, for I often ponder how she so
effortlessly wiggled her way into my life.

“Does this outfit make me look fat?” she asks, and I reply with a
cheerful “no,” yet the the elephant in the room, is always remembering that fateful night when I jokingly answered yes, and I became
irrelevant over her bedside.

Yet, I am the dog, when I **** her off – but it’s okay, for I know I’ll
simply mark my territory in that doghouse. Still, like a devoted pup,
my tail wags with joy at the sound of her voice. And if my attempts to
win her back after a quarrel make her sweet on me again – then I
suppose I’m a bee, and you, my darling, I call Honey.

The reality is, we’ve always recognized the humour in my antics –
and our love is animal, untamed and primal, yet beautifully
restrained by the fervour of our unwavering devotion to one another.

#puns #animals #love #humor

An Island bed

Odd Odyssey Poet Apr 16

An Island bed

The empty space in my head tries to dream again
When faith starts to be my friend again
Oh, I’m not the same – a careless friend

The empty space in my heart tries to love again
When the feeling of love can be felt again
Oh, I’m not the same – a heartless mate

The empty space in my hand tries to feel again
When I lost a touch with myself again
Oh, I’m not the same – a hopeless mess

These empty stars will find me once again –
As my body rests on these foreign lands
I love to sleep on this Island bed.

#life #feelings #emptiness #space #sad #thoughts #poetry

Annoyance

Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2023

Annoyance

The petals of the flowers have turned to dust,
leaving behind a bitter taste of ash that burns in my heart.
The words that once flowed freely from my tongue
now feel like coffins, trapping my thoughts and emotions inside.
It seems foolish to even speak about death
when it feels like it's already consuming me.

As I lay awake in the darkness of yet another sleepless night,
I realize that my callousness towards others
is nothing but a defense mechanism.
But in the end, I know that I'll just be a stranger
to them by tomorrow's rest.

An ode to Wisdom.

Odd Odyssey Poet Mar 28

An ode to Wisdom.

Imagine, the whispers of love tainted on your lips – reading those
signs in your words; where your love is so desired, that once you
fell in love, it all descended upon the world. While man was made
from the dust of the ground; how quickly he sells himself so short;
just becoming dust that’s cheaply sold.

Oh, was it her, Wisdom; she knocked on his door, but nobody came,
from the raining despair of life, she came looking for warmth, as she
shivered in her overcoat. But you only gave her lip service, never
paying attention to her words, even as she handed you her quote.

Over the intercom’s speaker I could hear her call, “it’s me honey;
it’s me,” but I was a whelp who was more in love with the world.
“Let me in—I’m so cold,” still I chose the warmth of this world to
keep warm, but she’s a mistress that has no home. She roams the
streets to every man’s call – while wisdom is the sweetest kiss on
the lips, with a still glow.

And even though I didn’t accept her at the time, she still waited for
me to grow; to grow into her. She undressed herself, and took the
skin of my pen. Her beauty in my hand makes fools jealous of what
they couldn’t grasp then. As she’s the dividing rule, to separate the
boys from the men. I love her more now, better than I did then –
for she’s my lover, who stood as a constant friend.

An ode to Wisdom.

#wisdom #love #ode #passion #poetry

Another day

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2024

Another day

In the realm where time does not delay,
Tomorrow beckons, unyielding in its sway.
Life's fleeting dance, a shadowed ballet,
For all must meet the dusk, come what may.

Yet in this truth, a flicker of light,
We yearn for dawn, to banish the night.
With each breath drawn, we cling to the fight,
Hoping for another day, a chance to ignite.

Another missed chance

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024

Another missed chance

_

Oh, speak to me of these elusive dancing shoes;
for a love that could unfold so easily as a dance,
but I’m stumbling, lacking the steps to formerly romance –
It fills my heart with sadness, this reliance to chance,
for in the blink of an eye,

I may have already missed my chance.

#love #sadness #heart #dance #loss #feet #chances

Another Untitled Piece

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2024

Another Untitled Piece

_

No longer do I feel the urge to weep – as I lift my gaze to behold an
endless ocean; I navigate a life woven with threads of self-doubt.
Plucking at my mind, a bloom with countless petals – eager for
growth, yet the nourishment of my spirit, is drawn from the parched
earth of this world.

These days unfold like a mirage, trapped within a grotesque nightmare, spiritually and morally barren at times – when I lose the art of dreaming.

I place my hopes where echoes linger – casting my heart into a fervour,
wishing it ricochets off the walls. Drifting through life with a hollow checklist – an existence devoid of meaning, yet I persist, sustained by
a God who still believes in me, and in the essence of my soul.

#hope #life

Antisocial

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2021

Antisocial

I hate social events,
but I'm in the club,
Where they're filling cups,
and throwing up,
Picking up,
and throwing love.
               Who had enough?

While I'm just sitting
talking to nobody,
Feeling like nobody,
drinking until I can't
feel my body,
My eyes are looking
for somebody,
to make me feel like
something,
When I'm feeling nothing.
              Small talk, has me rushing.

Everyone feels like a model,
holding an empty bottle,
With gas in their lungs,
about to hit the throttle,
Kissing their friends,
and fighting couples.
                      I'm about to *****.

I'm feeling extra single,
don't know how to mingle,
with sharp words at the,
Tip of my tongue like a needle.
                  Turned off by a lot of people.

Smiling for my friends,
the one's who misbehave,
Going on a rave,
wanting to go to jail,
Drinking below our age.
                   We're not the same.

Lord forgive us,
for one night stands,
Breaking heart shells
like these peanuts,
We know a lot of those girls,
might actually deceive us,
It won't matter when she's
getting the business.
               Just to feed a *****.

I'm still antisocial for the event,
dragged in by my friends,
When the party began,
God, I wish it would just end,
Spending our weekday bread,
I just want to go home to eat,
and watch some series on my bed.
                      But I'm out here instead.

So if you see the tear
in my red eye,
I'm sad and really tired,
waiting for someone to,
bring up their violence.

Conversation,
are my greatest fear,
I seem to know how,
to only sigh,
Just as,
I've always been wired,
Quietly,
watching you,
Driving the night crazy,
without a licence.

                               And I'm just antisocial.

#sigh #party

Anti-villain

Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2022

Anti-villain

A date out with the stars
my romance is a bit outdated
leisurely play, too relaxed to find love
Soundly calm moon whispers
tickle the ears of someone feeling blue
a sea of ten thousand tears over you

I've cried, and cried, weeping the whipping
of lashing out feelings. Not many take me serious,
not being a lover's hero

....for you, I am your pain's anti-villain

#love

Anxiety

Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2021

Anxiety

Twiddling thumbs,
my unresting nerves,
and obsession with
concern;

Sigh,
with shoulders high,
I'm so anxious in living,
this unpleasant life.

A painted smile forever

Odd Odyssey Poet Mar 29

A painted smile forever

Pages into dreams – as their stand painted in an enigma
of beauty; being the pencil drawn to you, La Gioconda
"The joyous woman"

As they call your smile a masterpiece; man tries to
piece together every fibre of what makes it so –
“Female power”

Still, I guess parts of your story hangs in the frame of
being an unfinished work – where parts of your soul
aren’t the parts that are fully whole. But the memory
of you holds a place in history.

Of where we met; under the tears of dripping paint,
as I’d share the dreams, I traced out on my notepad’s
pages – staring an hour’s end, knowing that even as
long as I could stare at your smile, we never actually
met.

Still, I have the picture of your smile, to retrace all
the memories in my head – oh the beauty of the
Mona Lisa smile; how it does in my head.

#art #smile #monalisa #masterpiece #love #poetry